| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d8e5077 | Let the black flower blossom as it may! | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 6223f5b | Never, never!" whispered she. "What we did had a consecration of its own." | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 654405f | God will give him blood to drink! | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 8ad9e9a | Life is made up of marble and mud. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 4ce9792 | What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self! | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| c2d9a9f | It is because the spirit is inestimable that the lifeless body is so little valued. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 27cd7e3 | Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale. | Nathaniel Hawthorne |